Jehst - DLO TAKEOVER (Freestyle) lyrics

My whole firm gully you're FernGully
Been doing this for a minute
You can learn from me on some Noam Chomsky
From the old country
First, they stole from me now they go hungry
Got a new jump off and an old bungee
Never mind nirvana livin' so grungy
Imma old dog learning new tricks daily
You must be kidding me, clinically
I spit crazy
Rubber Room Writer, that's my new cipher
Zircon, he rock beats, like a Foo Fighter
You're a true biter and I'm Roy Scheider
Open your jaws wide
I scoop a tank in your mouth
Blowing up inside ya
Where's the promoter with the fucking rider?
William Blake, you're just another rhymer
In fact, really, you're fake
Stay chasing shadows
Put it down with these paper arrows
Listen, the way I spray the blah-blah par
Raise the bar, way bizarre
Suttin like Har Mar Superstar
Salute the 5-Star general of rap
With the nuke proof suit
For the chemical attack
I stay strapped down to the prophylac
Son, you know the tact
Across the atlas they're acting tapped
All for the cash and the plastic
Really, it's just some old amateur dramatics
A man such as myself i'm trying to ascend
A birds-eye view of what life is on the ends
Ironic how a fresh start is all we ask
The gypsy with the cards
It's all written in the stars
Old school from the blast masterclass
Learnt the discipline and mastered the craft
Listen that's why I make them pay
Millions for the artwork
Listening to Marley Marl's work
Sipping a Carlsberg can't hurt to try
Can't murk the hard working guy
He got the hi vis over the shirt and tie
Get blinded by the shine, best avert your eye
Skirting by in the German
Ride serving sherbet pie
I don't know why they put
My portrait in the Serpentine
At the same time
They doused your effigy in turpentine
My plans are watertight
The paperwork is certified
You smoke the Walter White
But I prefer to herbalise like Ollie Teeba
A whole lot of cheeba
Movin' like Sonny Chiba in Karate Kiba
This sativa is specifically the piff
And I live on Cloud 9
'Cos I'm lifted off the spliff
Superman, it's the man, it's the myth
Little fuckboy tried to pop a
Shot but he missed! Bow down, kiss the pen!
These MCs are hopeless
They had more personas than Mr Benn
In fact, more personalities than Mr men
Time to go back to the
Drawing board and begin again
I twist the leng and get my mind right
It's equivalent of bringing a skeng
To a knife fight
No time for the game, only the highlights
Your life flying by in a
Flash like it was Sci-Fi
I sign my name in cement
And let it set there
That's how it's unfolding, for sure
Like a deckchair whenever rolling the RAW
A breath of fresh air
I'm high in the society
The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air
Who left fresh prints on the silverware
Still I stare right through a dude
Like you ain't even there
Only God can judge me
She don't seem to care! Del Boy and Rodney
'Next year I'll be a mwillionaire!'